Otto Brown


The majority of my columns are primarily upbeat, occasionally comical and predominantly family oriented because I tend to discuss the sometimes curious ways my life has evolved over the years, and the occasional ironic happenings, but since mid-January, my entire existence has been turned upside down by the untimely death of my beloved husband Otto Brown.

With the passage of time I am told that the grief will lessen and we will be able to celebrate his life more than mourn his passing but those moments have been slow to arrive so I continue to inhabit a suspended type of existence.   Friends continue to remember us in prayer, and the best advice I received is that grief has no length and the greater the love for the person who has passed, the longer it takes for the tears to be replaced with pleasant memories.

I began dating Otto at sixteen; and in two years, we were married, I realize we were considered youngsters but the Vietnam War was raging and because he was unexpectedly drafted, and with the blessings of our parents, we married in a quiet family ceremony, and then for months we dreaded every published deployment schedule.   After boot camp and several special assignments, Otto completed his required service as a clerk specialist at Kelly Hill and fighting on foreign soil never became a reality.

We enjoyed life in Richland but a near-death experience at age forty; forever changed Otto physically and significantly altered the path of our lives.  After months of excruciating rehabilitation and countless hours of prayer, we realized that our lives were taking a new direction.  Our discovery caused a heart wrenching decision to relocate our family.

Our lives in Baldwin County were quite different; within a few years we found our way to the Lord or in Otto's case, became born-again.   It was peculiar living among strangers, but as time passed, we made friends, at church, work and school, and soon we began recognizing faces in the crowds.

Our family discovered new ways of making a living; Otto had secured his electrical license, and then later a contractor's license; he took any work available during the early days but within a few years he was working in many of the historical buildings in Baldwin County.  He rewired historic Vinson Hall, both the Flannery O'Connor homes; the Drummer's House in Sparta, and the old Classic Motors after a devastating fire and was instrumental in moving our church, Black Springs Baptist across the highway.

When an aortic aneurism caused him to retire, he accepted it with grace and proudly watched the grands grow up and enjoyed working in the yard and sitting on the porch.  Otto overcame obstacles that might stop others, and remarkably as an adult, learned to walk again, three different times.

We miss our PaPa tremendously but Otto knew Jesus as his Savior so I know he resides in Heaven and his incredible spirit dwells in the hearts of all who loved him.   


Brenda S. Brown 


Click here to return to Brenda S. Brown main page.


Copyright 2004-2019 1WEBSHOP - All Rights Reserved

The images and text on this site are the property of or provided by others and remains their respective properties. Images may not be used without the written consent of the owner.

This site is independently owned and operated by 1webshop and is supportive of the efforts to promote local businesses and tourism in and around the Southwest Georgia Area.